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Season of Glass.

27th January 2018

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.

Yoko Ono

I see you; tiny white delicate flowers poking your heads tentatively out of the ground as you start to grow after your sleep.  I see you sunshine; your hue is slowly warming up.  I see you bouncing off the pavements onto my son’s pale skin and he is glowing again.  Hello voice; I hear you cough to clear your throat and I can make out a whisper.  This blog has been in the depths of winter for the last year or so and for the first time in a long time I am sensing it is waking up.  I have still been here and making lots of new work but unable to articulate any of it here.

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